Vanilla Mixed with Violet
The starlight glowed dimmed on the blue-grey lake, shimmering with soft ripples that flickered with the bright silvery-grey light of the moon.
The rustling of crashed grass against feet echoed softly in the glen. “It is quite a beautiful sight.”
Leliana nodded, pulling her hood tighter around her. “Indeed. It is quite beautiful.” She turned to find the Inquisitor, loose white shirt and plain black breeches that showed of her slender and lightly muscled legs, standing there with wine in hand and two silver cups that flashed under the moonlight. Leliana felt her mouth go dry, and she licked her lips as she gazed down at them.
The Inquisitor grinned. “Not as beautiful as the woman before me.”
Leliana rolled her eyes and released a snort that she might not have done if they were in public. “I see your ways with words has not changed, ma amour.”
The grin grew wider, meeting the ends of her green-yellow eyes, flashing dangerously in the darkness. “You would miss me more if I did change, Leliana.”
She had purred her name, soft and gentle. Leliana opened her arms, inviting the Inquisitor into them. It had been too long since she had last held her. She missed it. She missed the warmth.
The Inquisitor laughed gently before setting the cups and wine bottle upon the grass floor and moved like a goddess among mortals, gliding and flowing. When she had reached her, Leliana pulled her into her chest, and she smelt her befor she could touch her. Vanilla mixed with violet, she thought. A strange combination, but entirely the Inquisitor. Her Inquisitor.
She reached and reached and reached, and pulled the woman close to her chest, nuzzling into her neck. But her body was cold, and the scent of vanilla mixed with violet became rotten. A terrible scent filled Leliana’s nose, and when she pulled back, instead of seeing those vibrant eyes, she saw empty, abyss, black eyes, void and souless.
Those aren’t her eyes, Leliana thought. Her eyes…her eyes…Maker, what did you do to her eyes?
She had woken up with her love’s shirt clenched to her chest, the smell of vanilla mixed with violet had faded away, leaving only her own scent mixed in with it. But she did not care. The side of her bed that used to be warm was empty and cold. Arms that used to hold her in her chest had been burned at a funeral pyre. Eyes that were once so cosmically beautiful, were dead and gone. She was gone. And Leliana was left alone once more, without her love to heal her wounds.
I can still remember your eyes. Tears pricked her eyes. And I still remember your scent.
Vibrant green-yellow eyes and vanilla mixed with violet.
